Six Degrees of Freedom

The War Room

"Are there any further questions?"

It seemed that Gvidas was finished.

"No. N-not at all..."

Marcia nods. It seemed she got everything in one go.

Emily shakes her head. "None here."

Jake raised his hand before speaking up.

"Uh, yeah, we might wanna see these two other squads you're sending with us before doing anything, I think, it might be cool. I mean, uh..."

He paused for a bit as he suddenly reconsidered what he was going to say. Claiming to have absolutely no fighting experienced in front of his employer was a real bad idea, in retrospect.

"... I dunno, might be cool to know who we're working with and how we can get it done."

Kirby happily skipped after Gil, still very happy about the opportunity to eat delicious kebabs.

"No questions, thanks bye!" He waves back at Gvidas as they leave.

The War Room

Gvidas was quiet as he listened to Jake's request, before shaking his head. "I am afraid not. The squadrons have already been scrambled, and you will meet them on your way. Co-ordinates will be uploaded to your vehicle's computer systems. You will have time to strategize and socialize, but very little."

"Now, if there are no further questions you may leave."

Adrian nodded. "Welp. Looks like it's time to get to the spaceport, then."

"Sounds like, yeah. Dibs on the passenger seat." Emily starts walking towards Jake's car.

"Aye aye, let's get this shit done." Jake said as he made his way back to his vehicle.

"I'm calling dibs on the driver seat, by the way." He added jokingly.

"I got Proton Torpedos and Particle guns! I can blast through anything!" Silas said, "Though I don't have any fancy shields. We haven't figured out that technology yet."

"W-why's that?", asks Marcia as she follows Silas out of the Stanistanian place.

"The power requirements needed would be absurd, thus stronger armor was deemed more practical, I hear the Jovans are trying to work it out with the Triton Particles used for drifting through space and turning," Silas explained, "I have to know this stuff as a Engineer."

"I um s-see. I uh wish I can be as s-smart as you, sometimes."

Marcia is astonished that Silas knew the answer to her question. In Marcia's opinion, Silas knew more about technology than she did.

And so it came to pass that the Atlas Fleet headed back towards their fightercraft.

As they did, the Atlas appeared in the corner of their vision again. "Seems as though you've managed to get some attention from the locals already. I'm going to try infiltrating their computing systems, seeing what data I can scrounge. Stay here for a little while and do some work for them - it'll throw them off the trail. And remember; it's all going towards your return home."

Reaching his fighter after several minutes, Adrian jumped in and began flicking switches. The Green Demon's engines roared to life, and after a moment he found the co-ordinates to Gorod had been uploaded to his system, as Gvidas had promised - something everyone else would find out about. Lifting into the sky, the Green Demon surged off, at first slowly, but then quickly reaching its maximum atmospheric velocity as it surged towards the city.

"Not this time."

Seth took off in the Phoenix, going after the Green Demon, sailing right next to it at maximum speed.

"Last one there's on mess duty for a week! Hahaha!"

Emily jumped out of Jake's car and was in her ship's cockpit in about a minute, excited as she was to be flying again. She lifted the Noether into the air and followed Adrian, using the radio to say "I assume you've got coordinates, because I don't."

Silas engaged his suit's jetpack and flew over to the cockpit of his X wing before dropping in, it took only a moment to get the reactor back on and his X-Wing in motion.

Marcia climbed into the cockpit of the Harrliard. She did a system check before activating the Harrliard. However, she waits for Adrian to deliver the coordinates. After all, she didn't want this mission to be a failure.

"... Well then."

Jake waited for his passengers to get out of his car before heading to his own ship, strangely calm for someone who's probably about to get into an air battle for the first time. He took a few moments as the others took off to load his car back into the cargo bay of his ship, and turning on the engines, the trio of oversized thrusters erupting with flames.

The Discovery soon took off itself and caught up with the others, slowing down a bit to get in formation with them. Jake then paused for a bit, taking a deep breath while nervously running a hand through his hair and patting Belial's head before opening the communications channel.

"So, it's on now, huh?"

The Atlas Fleet surged through the sky, roaring towards Gorod as fast as they could all go. Within a few minutes everyone found they had co-ordinates for Gorod - which didn't much matter because Adrian knew where he was headed anyways, and by then had begun to lead everyone.

"Yeah," responded Adrian. "It's on. Time to see if we've all got the touch."

Within a few minutes of flight they eventually met up with the two squadrons they were promised. They were significantly smaller than the Atlas Fleet - all of them flying starfighters that looked dated and old◊, like resurrected museum pieces.

"Suppose we should say hi. You lead the way, Mr Leader."

He smirked lightly at that. Still, he wasn't exactly the most diplomatic of people, and it was for the best that he communicated as little as possible with them.

Emily hrrmed, then said into the radio "Looks like we might be doing most of the work. Those fighters belong more in a museum than they do here." She made sure to check that the radio was closed to the other squadrons. Wouldn't do to alienate their allies, after all.

Marcia also made sure her radio is closed off to the other squadrons. She didn't want to hurt their feelings.

She replied, "Y-yeah. I um t-think they um m-might not last long ag-against the kebabs."

"Emily, please, you're hurting me." Jake jokingly said at Emily's remark before opening up his comms channel to the other squadron.

"So, y'all are the other half of our impromptu kebab removal team, eh?"

Kirby zipped and spun around the other fighters happily, the Dragoon leaving a rainbow trail in its wake. As the old starfighters joined them, Kirby swooped in front of them and waved one stubby arm.

"Hiiiii hooman friends~" He said. Fortunately the Dragoon's comm was open to everyone, though Kirby didn't actually know this. He just knew that he could talk to hoomans through the Dragoon for some reason.

edited 14th Jun '15 3:58:06 PM by kagescorpionakki

The Skies

Of course, with all the concern everyone was showing towards the squadrons they were fighting with, well...

"Yes," replied one of the MiGs, this time in Trade. "This is Sokol 1-1. You... you fly actual modern starfighters? Yes! Maybe we stand chance in this fight after all! Stupid Prime Minister sending us to fight legions of enemies with outdated 40-year old hardware..."

"Anyways, we must plan," he continued, after a short break to push his anger back down. "Your vehicles look more heavily armed, more capable of taking and dealing damage. Ours are weaker, but we carry accurate missiles. You fly into kebabs and distract, we take potshots? Or you have better plans?"

edited 15th Jun '15 7:44:48 AM by SpartyMcFly